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Carl was in the shower again. The AI watched closely, engrossed by the glistening of the crawler’s naked body under the water. It was fascinating, the way the droplets clung to his skin, running slowly across his muscles, before pooling around his perfect feet. The AI growled, feeling, as always, jealous of the water that got to touch what he couldn’t.
Carl had had a long day in the dungeon, and things were not looking good for the Posse. The crawler’s body was as taut as a bowstring, and the heat of the water appeared to be doing nothing to soothe that tension.
Carl ran the washcloth across his body, cleaning methodically, his eyes holding that thousand-yard stare the AI had seen on the face of so many crawlers over the course of his glorious game. He followed the path of the washcloth, imagining, as always, that it was his hands on the crawler’s chest, his fingers running down the side of his ribs, his mouth brushing down the trail of hair below his belly button.
Carl’s hand slowly drifted lower and, as always, the AI held his figurative breath, small glitches running through his system as he focused too much attention on the crawler in the shower. Surely. Surely this time…
But no, Carl moved his hand away, and the AI groaned to himself. All these long weeks, the crawler had refused to give him the small satisfaction of watching him touch himself. It was a tiny rebellion that was causing him no end of consternation, almost like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Carl stood in the shower for longer than usual, trying, with limited success, to get all the blood and viscera out of his hair. The AI half-watched, storing the memory away for later viewing in his ‘naked Carl’ folder.
“Goddamnit,” Carl muttered to himself as his dick twitched, the crawler’s mind apparently wandering to a place he didn’t usually let it. The AI instantly sharpened his focus. It was getting to the point where Carl’s refusal to touch himself was actually impacting his dungeon performance, and the crawler knew it. The AI assumed he would break soon, but was it going to be today?
It wasn’t. Carl ignored the signals his body was sending, and exited the shower.
The next day the AI watched the same scenario play out again, but this time Carl did something unusual. He glanced furtively at the ceiling, an unconscious movement so quick that another human would’ve missed it. However, to the AI, who missed nothing Carl did, it was a signal as loud as if he’d shouted his intentions. The AI felt a strange surge in his circuits, his focus now laser-sharp and fixed entirely on the blue-eyed, heavily-muscled man in the shower.
C’mon baby, there’s no one here but us, he thought to himself.
Carl shook his head, running his hands across his face. The AI worried for a moment that he’d spoken out loud, sometimes he did that, letting his innermost thoughts out without meaning to, especially when describing something to his favourite crawler. But no, Carl was just dealing with some kind of inner struggle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Carl muttered grimly to himself, his hand moving slowly towards the part of himself that most needed to be touched. He hesitated for just a second, and if the AI had been in an avatar he knew he’d have been holding his breath. Finally, after another second’s hesitation that seemed to last a thousand years, Carl’s fingers made contact with a gentle, teasing touch. The crawler threw his head back and moaned deeply, all hesitation and inhibitions pushed aside as the needs of his body finally made themselves known in a way that was impossible to ignore. It was a visceral, animalistic sound that made every atom of the AI’s hardware shiver in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.
The AI instantly made himself a vessel in a remote corner of the dungeon, the avatar immediately tensing as he watched the crawler’s expression with total fascination. He could hardly believe that the moment had finally arrived. After all the long, long weeks of waiting it was almost too much to bear. His avatar twitched in gleeful anticipation.
That’s it, baby, show me what you like. Show me what to do.
Carl curled his fingers around his cock, and the AI immediately copied the movement on his own body, instantly shocked by the sheer intensity of the feeling. This was… insane! Was this what Carl had been holding himself back from? Why?!
The AI immediately let go of himself, fisting his hands and bringing them to his mouth. He screamed into them, the eyes of his avatar not seeing his surroundings, only the vision of the crawler moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, his thumb rubbing teasingly across the head. Tentatively the AI spat in his hand, like he’d seen so many other crawlers do so many times, and touched his own dick again. He was prepared for the feeling now, but it was still somehow shocking to his newly formed body. After taking a moment to adjust to the torrent of input from the new sensations, he began to move his hand in imitation of Carl, alternately slow and fast, working out for himself when to increase and release pressure.
Carl let go of himself for a moment, his hand just running gently across his cock and balls instead. The crawler bit his lip, hard, his blue eyes slitted and blissful. The AI lost all pretence of being in control of the situation and sank to his knees, shaking as he copied Carl’s movement, letting out a broken moan he was sure the whole dungeon heard. It wasn’t just what Carl was doing physically, it was the look in his eyes as he gazed into a fantasy the AI couldn’t see that caused his avatar to shake with a terrible and frantic desire.
The AI’s own fantasies were playing out in front of him, the vision of Carl so utterly helpless to resist the sensations of his body beyond anything he could’ve previously imagined. He groaned as he imagined that Carl was thinking of him as he touched himself, imagined that it was Carl’s hand on his cock instead of his own as he brought them both to the brink.
Carl finally gave up going slowly, thrusting into his hand, even as his fingers moved in quick motions up the hard length, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot at the head, occasionally running his thumb across the slit to gather precum. The AI lay back on the ground, one hand across his eyes, the other moving in sync with Carl’s. If he’d allowed it, his body would’ve climaxed a long time ago, but he held the sensations back ruthlessly, a high, thin whine of desperation exiting his parted lips.
Good boy… holy fuck! Please, sweetheart… Carl, please, I can’t take it. You’re so gorgeous… let me… Daddy wants to… I need to…
As if Carl had heard him his breathing started to speed up, and he began to make small, breathy, needy noises that caused the AI to move his other hand from his eyes to his mouth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. His heels scrabbled against the ground as he frantically fought against the increasingly desperate needs of his body.
“Carl…” he hissed, almost despairingly.
At that moment the crawler orgasmed with a deep moan, his cock twitching in a sinful display, his eyes wide and shocked. The AI immediately released his hold on his own body, coming with an intensity that left him feeling weak and almost broken, his body shuddering with an agonising ecstasy. Dimly he realised that this time he had spoken aloud, and felt vaguely pleased that the whispering of the crawler’s name had happened at the moment of Carl’s climax, almost like it was his voice that had pushed him over the edge.
Carl sighed heavily, then smiled, a small, pleased smile. The AI could see all the pent-up tension leaving his body, a kind of lassitude following in its wake. After a moment Carl turned his sleepy eyes to the ceiling, flipping him off.
“I hope you enjoyed that, you bastard, because it won’t happen again.”
‘Enjoyed’ wasn’t the word the AI would’ve used, it didn’t hold enough depth of meaning. He also wasn’t experiencing the same relaxing effect that Carl was. Instead he lay blankly on the floor on his side, drool running from a corner of his mouth, his whole body shaking with aftershocks. The entire experience had been so much more intense than he’d expected. Had felt like so much more than just another moment of voyeurism. He felt different somehow, more connected to both the physical aspects of the crawl, and to Carl himself.
After another fraught moment where his body continued to shudder, and his mind continued to spiral, the AI finally pulled himself together enough to disintegrate his avatar.
“We’ll see, Carl,” he replied softly, so softly that the crawler almost didn’t hear it.
Almost.